AN: I told you to expect a chapter before tuesday. Though, the second half might not be that great. I wrote the first half last night and the second half today, so it's a little awkward. Not much mature content in this one, but it's still interesting I think. Reviewers!
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Even with the umbrella, both of us were soaked by the time we made it back to Sora's house. I don't think either of us minded, even though we were shivering. I couldn't speak for Sora, but I was just happy he didn't hate me right now.
It never ceased to amaze me, when he forgave me so easily. Maybe he didn't have the heart to hold a grudge, I didn't know, but in memory there has never been an instance that I or anyone else has pissed him off that he hasn't immediately forgiven in a week or less. It was one of the reasons I loved him so much.
"You should go home and change," Sora said, shucking off his coat and sticking the umbrella on a hook by the door. "You're gonna freeze in those clothes."
And just like that, my relatively good mood was gone. I was forced to remember why I had gone to Sora's in the first place, why I was still hiding over here.
"I'm fine," I said with fake cheeriness. I would readily deal with discomfort for a few hours, and maybe even being sick afterwards, if only I could delay the awkward confrontation that awaited me.
Sora looked at me for a second before digging through some clothes and throwing a shirt and some sweatpants my way.
"Put those on," he said, "I'll throw your clothes in the dryer."
I caught the articles of clothing, touched that he would do that for me. Without thinking, I started to undress right on the spot.
When I pulled my wet T-shirt over my head, I caught him staring at me. Smirking, I straightened a bit to give him a better look. I admit it, I have a nice body. And that's not arrogance, it's the truth.
I threw my sodden shirt at him, and he snapped out of his daze just in time to catch it in midair.
"Like what you see?" I said, winking. He threw me a glare and quickly turned away, but not before I saw the bright red blush painting his cheeks.
I laughed as I slipped on the dry shirt, but inside I was elated. Maybe I was reading too much into it, but the look to me seemed like one of lust. Inwardly, I scoffed; wishful thinking, more like it.
However, I didn't fail to notice that when I was taking off my pants he kept his eyes trained firmly on the floor.
When I was done, Sora gathered up the pile and left. When he came back, he was dressed in dry pants…but no shirt. I swallowed as I forced myself to look away. This was the worst sort of torture, and probably what I deserved.
"I couldn't find a shirt in my room," Sora said by way of explanation, digging through the same pile he was in before.
I found myself staring, but then again, how could I not? He was bent over, practically with his ass in the air, with no shirt on. Almost subconsciously, I found myself take a few steps toward him.
When he straightened up, my eyes were drawn to a line of freckles down his left shoulder blade. I don't know why, but looking at those small brown dots I couldn't help but think how…perfect they looked on him. Maybe it was the poet in me, or maybe I was just going crazy.
I reached out and traced them lightly with the tips of my fingers. I didn't miss the shiver that went through his body and found myself smirking slightly.
"Riku?" he said, glancing back at me over his shoulder. "What are you doing?" I was pleased to note that his tone wasn't angry or fearful, but simply inquiring.
"Nothing," I answered truthfully. "Just observing. I don't remember these particular freckles." I swept over the skin again, entranced with the smoothness more than the marks themselves. I was rewarded with another shiver.
"Could you stop that?" Sora said, playfully swatting behind his back. "That's a sensitive area."
I don't know what made me do what I did. Maybe it was the sensitive area comment; maybe it was the abundance of physical contact that was so rare and so welcomed. Whatever it was, I found myself leaning forward and pressing a kiss to that cluster of freckles that was so light I barely felt the skin on my lips.
I felt Sora squirm. "Riku…"
"Shhh…" I braced myself by grasping both of his arms in my hands and pressed another feather-light kiss just above the other. I let myself wander a little until I reached his shoulder and, finally his neck.
He jumped when I kissed the neck and opened his mouth, but the only thing that came out was a small gasp as I traced the shell of his ear with the tip of my tongue.
One of my hands had ceased its hold on Sora's arm and had begun to wander. I started at the chest, being sure to "accidentally" brush one of his nipples, and trailed my fingers down his stomach, dragging traces of moisture still clinging to the skin along for the ride. I could feel his stomach clench under my hand and convulse slightly as I dipped a finger into the belly button.
He swallowed a bit when I moved my other hand to gently caress his cheek. I tilted his face towards me, noticing that he wouldn't look at my face, and placed a few kisses on his brow, his nose, the line of his jaw…I purposefully avoided the mouth.
I was just getting ready to mark him when suddenly he found his voice again.
"N-no, wait!" he said, pulling halfheartedly at my arm on his stomach. "Riku, wait, you can't…we have to talk about this, you can't just…" He swallowed again and started shaking, fear shining in his eyes.
I didn't want to listen to him. I wanted to ignore him and have him right that second. But if I did…the results would ultimately end up being unsavory. And I knew even Sora wouldn't be able to forgive me.
"Okay," I said, sighing resignedly. I reluctantly pulled away from Sora, who looked extremely relieved, and sat on the couch. Sora sat beside me, but a good enough distance away for me to feel a bit lonely.
There was a long silence, in which both of us studied our hands, the floor, the crack in the corner of the ceiling, whatever we could focus on besides each other. I mentally berated myself for being such an idiot. Of course Sora wouldn't be okay with that sort of thing. I had been an idiot for thinking I had any sort of shot with him.
Just when I had decided to throw myself into a ditch, Sora spoke up.
"I've…always liked you, Riku."
I shot him a shocked glance, but he was staring at his hands.
"I've had a crush on you since freshman year, but…I don't know, I was afraid of how you would react if I ever told you. I thought it went away, thought it was some silly hormonal thing, but back there, when you were touching me…" He paused and glanced up. "It felt…like I was on fire. And for a few minutes, I forgot I had a girlfriend."
I could have died with joy right there. Never had I thought I would hear that coming from his mouth. Never had I thought he would feel anything towards me besides friendship. I started to reach for him, but he held up his hand to stop me.
"But," he continued, "I do have a girlfriend. Kairi and I are dating, and I love her so much. No matter what I feel for you or…what you feel for me…" He sighed. "This is what's best for everyone. Look, let's just forget about this whole thing. You find yourself a girlfriend and you'll be fine, and I…I'll stay with Kairi. That way everyone will be happy."
I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing. Could Sora really be that dense? Could he really think it was a spur-of-the-moment, forgettable thing for me? Did he really think I'd be happy forgetting about him?
"Do you really believe that, Sora?" I said evenly, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.
"Riku…"
I jumped up and started pacing in front of the couch. "I mean, I could understand how that would be a great thing for you. You get to keep your wonderful girlfriend and wonderful life, and you can just forget about your best friend who happens to think about you uncontrollably every fucking minute of every day. No, you're right. This will make everybody happy." I turned a hard glare to his silent form on the couch. "Well? Aren't you going to say anything?"
Sora shook his head slowly. "We-we shouldn't be doing this. You're upset already because of your…because of the thing with your parents…"
I pinned one of his shoulders to the couch and looked him straight in the eyes. "That has nothing to do with it," I hissed. "This has to do with you and me, and that's it."
I felt him begin to tremble beneath my hand. "I just…don't see how it would work, Riku."
I felt my anger, instead of melt at his scared tone, only increase. I cursed and squeezed his shoulder in an attempt to calm myself.
"You don't understand anything," I growled, pushing myself away from the couch and straightening up. I stormed towards the door, muttering darkly to myself. I only faintly heard Sora call my name before I was out in the rain once more, heading for the only place more hellish than this.
My parents tried to talk to me when I entered the house, but I ignored them and climbed the stairs to my room. Once inside, I locked it. I didn't want any company, not even Larxene.
I threw myself onto my bed and promptly closed the drapes so I wouldn't be tempted to look over at the house beside mine. I was so angry I wanted to break something, anything, but instead I opted for burying my face into my pillow and letting loose a stream of curses.
When all that was done, I felt a little better, but worn out. This whole day and just been shitty, and I actually couldn't wait for it to be tomorrow. I buried my head under the pillow in my arms and drifted off, managing to beat off dreams of Sora for the time being.
